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It didn’t take me long before I followed.

Silver grinned. “That good, huh?”

“Ooh, yeah.”

“Well then, I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you for not telling Montana.”

“Not my story to tell, besides he’s got enough shit going on around here after that shit went down with the Russians and now with Largo returning. Gotta say, though, I’m thrilled I don’t have to keep looking over my shoulder anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s always a plus.”

“So, you two planning anything this holiday season, or are you going to stay in your love bubble?”

“Haven’t really talked to him about it. Why?”

“Oh, no reason.” Silver smirked. “Well anyway. I better get back out front before Montana has a coronary or something.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah.”

Chapter Fifteen

Sypher

November 3, 2023, New York City

“They are breaching the door!” I shouted into my headset as I furiously pressed the X button on my Xbox controller. “Kill them all, Jackson! Hurry.”

“What the fuck, Digger?!” Jackson yelled. “Stop staring at your damn wife and help me kill these fuckers.”

“Just for that, Ravage, no apple pie for dinner!” I heard Stella threaten in the background as Digger and I sniggered, and Jackson moaned.

My gaze remained fixed on the television screen, even when I observed my cell phone vibrating across the coffee table, and it was only after reaching for it and unlocking the screen that I was able to see who was calling.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Gotta go, cuz. Duty calls.”

Without waiting for any kind of response, I immediately exited the game and proceeded to connect the call.

“Hey, Mr. King. What’s up?”

“Need you here in Rosewood. How fast can you get here?”

“Uh, I can be on the next flight out. This have anything to do with that email you sent me a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah. There is a video of my brother and his woman on the fucking internet now. Send me your flight information when you have it.”

“Yes, sir.” I hung up the phone and immediately rushed over to my computer, where I quickly booked a flight toRosewood, Virginia. After sending the information to King, I carefully packed my small carry-on, making sure my laptop and all necessary items were included. Noticing the time, I realized it would be a few more hours until Dante arrived home. Since I didn’t have time to stop by the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse, I scribbled a brief note, grabbed my bag, and locked up the apartment.

It didn’t take much time at all to hail a taxicab, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, I found myself in an airplane headed toward Virginia. My flight was short, merely a couple of hours, and upon exiting the plane, Enigma, a fellow brother and member of the Sons of Hell Motorcycle Club, greeted me.

“Hey, kid.” He smiled, taking the bag off my back. “Glad you could get here fast. Shit has gotten out of hand here.”

“How bad is it?” I asked, following him to his truck.

“Bad. Someone asshole videoed Scribe and Henley having sex without their consent. To make things worse, it was live. So everyone’s mother’s son saw it. The whole town is in an uproar. Henley refuses to leave her room, and Scribe is barely keeping his shit together.”

Scenic views of the Tennessee countryside filled the hour-long drive from Knoxville Airport to Rosewood. I really missed this place. Tennessee was home for me, with its breathtaking scenic views and the sounds of nature and calming way of life. The pleasant atmosphere and friendly people of the area were delightful, and the club offered a fun and energetic environment. Unlike the other high-energy clubs I worked for, the Sons of Hell had a more laid-back feel, with a slower pace.

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